"I wish I could make cake without blowing up the whole house. We usually just get it at the bakery." He wasn't much for acting either, which made it all the more difficult for him to not get so frustrated when people didn't believe him about his powers. "May I sit?" He pointed to a chair beside her. She had been here first. Maybe after seeing him she would decide she didn't want to talk to him at all. "And no, dad doesn't care for shot squirrels. He works at a bank."
AC shrugged and sifted his coffee a little in his cup. "I was talking to Lucy Dale about her brother-in-law, and it just sort of came up. A lot of people are wondering how I know Alan when I'm not one of those people who grew up on the island like you. And then, I don't even remember how we got into the letter that was sent to my house, but Mrs. Dale seems to think it might have been you writing that letter." He tried to look inside the cup through the slit of a hole on the lid. "It's not really for fun. I just wanna help people move on. That's all."